The streets of Upper Capital Base City bustled with pedestrians and were lined with shops. Yet anyone who looked closely would notice that nearly every passerby carried the aura of a cultivator.
Old and young, men and women—some carried battle blades on their backs, some wore spirit talismans at their waists, and some toyed with spirit stones in their hands. Since Lin Ming's rise, a wave of cultivation had swept across Blue Star.
Even ordinary civilians sat down to meditate and absorb spiritual energy in their spare time. Everyone knew that in this era, strength was the foundation of survival.
Peak Martial Arts Hall.
It was the largest Martial Arts Hall in Upper Capital Base City and the central training institution for all humanity. Ever since Lin Ming's astonishing achievements in Peak Tower, Peak Martial Arts Hall's reputation had soared.
Countless young people fought for a chance to enter. Even becoming an outer disciple would bring honor to their families.
The Martial Arts Hall's gates towered toward the clouds. Carved above them were the two characters for "Peak," their strokes bold and forceful, radiating a sharp aura. According to rumor, Hall Master Ye had written them himself, imbuing them with his martial will.
Before Peak Tower, voices filled the air. A new group of humanity's elite stood in a long line, waiting to enter the tower for training. They brimmed with confidence, their eyes bright with hopes for the future.
Some spoke in low voices, some limbered up, and others closed their eyes to steady themselves. At the entrance, several instructors kept order, pleased smiles on their faces. This year's recruits were a cut above those of previous years.
A boy in fitted blue-green clothes clenched his fists and said quietly to the companion beside him, "I hear every floor